#!shewolf

I hardly think it matters who slit her throat. White Fang ordered it. Regardless of who carried out the order, White Fang is still to blame.

Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.

“What ye sketchin’ love?”

Eve nearly jumped out of her skin, slamming her notebook shut on instinct. The reaction was exactly what Odelle seemed to be hoping for; her laughter was loud and long as she doubled over, grasping at her desk. “Well,” she managed, “I can guess.”

“S-Shut up.” Thank God her partner hadn’t seen what Eve had been drawing. Needless to say, she had spent far more time watching Odelle during class than she’d spent listening to ProfessorPort’s lecture.

“Somethin’ naughty, then.” Odelle grinned, all fangs, and leaned in closer to whisper by Eve’s ear. “Donna worry, sweet. Yer secret’s safe wit’ me.”

“Oh, really?” Eve murmured, absently keeping one hand on her notebook and smacking away Odelle’s creeping fingers. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“Love. Love. You canna expect me to keep yer secret when I donna know wha’ i’ is.”

She knew she was fighting a losing battle, and with a sigh Eve nudged the sketchbook towards Odelle and lifted her hand away, ignoring the feline faunus’s smirk of triumph as she flipped the book open to the page Eve had been sketching on.

Eve at least got the satisfaction of seeing her lover’s triumphant smirk fade into stunned silence as she saw what had been drawn on the page. It was when the silence lasted that the white-haired girl started to worry.

While ProfessorPort’s stories had hardly been entertaining, the many, many, many memories of Odelle naked that Eve had stored in her brain had been; it had been almost laughably easy to sketch her lover from memory, to recreate an image of Odelle on paper with nothing but a pencil and an eraser.

Sure, Odelle was naked, but that was about it.

So why was Odelle just—staring like she couldn’t believe what she saw on the page?

“Is—is something wrong? If you don’t like it, I can just tear it out. Rong can burn it—“

“No! No, donna burn it. I just—“ Odelle swallowed. “You drew me so—I look beautiful.”

Eve frowned, baffled. “Well… of course you do,” she said. “You’re beautiful, Odelle.”

Odelle quietly set down the notebook, taking the time to make sure that it was completely closed. A moment later Eve squeaked as her girlfriend pulled her chair back and curled into her lap, clinging to her and nuzzling into her neck, purring deeply. Unable to help the smile, Eve’s arms came tight around the other girl. “Hey,” she murmured.

Odelle’s tail flicked, and she smiled against Eve’s skin. “Hey. Lyin’ doesna suit ye, my girl.”

“I’m not lying.” Eve turned her head, pressed a kiss to wild strands of black hair as she rubbed Odelle’s back. “You’re a beautiful girl, Odelle. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Odelle shuddered before she pulled back, tilting Eve’s head up and kissing her, soft and gentle and warm. She was smiling, and that made the other girl happy.

Odelle may not have believed she was beautiful—not yet.

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This is the happiest day of your life, supposedly. And you aren’t happy at all.

That was not a question. That was a statement.

Weiss's ears flicked forward, and then back as she registered the voice as that of Glynda Goodwitch, the Headmistress of Beacon. The wolf slowly shut her book, considered if it would even be worth it to try and lie.

It wouldn't be worth it. This was Glynda Goodwitch. If she knew that Weiss was pregnant--and the big question now was how did she know that, and did she know Blake was the 'father'--then there was no point in lying. If anything, lying might just get her into even more trouble.

Alex had never thought she would literally catch Blake Belladonna with her ass hanging out in the air. It was either a stroke of luck, or a terrible coincidence that brought her to the faunus’ room late one Friday night, intent on setting a trap for her obnoxious mark. What she hadn’t planned for, however, was for Blake to still be in the room. Not just in the room; in the room naked with her equally naked girlfriend and tangled around her in a way that really showed off her cat heritage. 

Luck or chance? Alex could never decide. 

Still, even when two pairs of startled eyes turned on her, Alex couldn’t find it in herself to flee. Instead she had noticed something else, a tiny little detail that most wouldn’t have even seen, had their suspicions not already been raised. 

In this case, it was the tiny bump that had overtaken Weiss’ once smooth stomach. 

9. ... to yours confessing a fetish

It had started out small, so small that at first Weiss hadn't even noticed it. It had all begun with that choker: a small thing, custom made, silvery-white with the black logo of Blake's symbol. It had been a spur of the moment gift when Felicie had been a year old, given to her partner in a "Thank God we survived the first year" celebration that Weiss only faintly remembered.

It had been a good gift; Blake had loved it, and wore it often ever since it had been given to her. She had never reacted oddly whenever Felicie had taken an interest in it, wrapping tiny fingers around it and occasionally gumming at it.

But then once Weiss had grabbed it, given a gentle tug; nothing meant to hurt or scare, just some teasing when they had been going back and forth. Blake had reacted to that--had frozen, ears swiveling forward with interest and her face going red, golden eyes gleaming until Weiss had let her go.

That had been.... strange. Weiss had always been careful about touching the choker; it wasn't a collar, but it was close enough, and faunus history with collars had always been a shaky thing. Collars were viewed as a symbol of enslavement, which was why the wolf faunus had chosen to go with a choker instead.

But Blake hadn't seemed upset by it.

Still, Weiss had never grabbed onto it again since then, and the weeks since then had passed without incident.

Until tonight, when Bake had walked into their bedroom after putting Felicie down to the night and had said... that.

Weiss was quiet for a moment, ears swiveling with interest despite herself. To her credit, she didn't close her book, but it was a close thing.